Kevin Luthy - Piles of Rome

It's in the day
Gonna lose my way
The falling glove
Never to fall in love
And with the cosmic tree-top
Music never will stop
It's in the day
Gonna lose my way

It's like mystery and misery
Sometimes lost
Calling to waves inside caves
Some things never get frost
A frame of the land buried at hand
If pain is liquid then the glass is surely half-full

A snail on trapeze
Darkness on the breeze
An error of rule
So punished be the fool
Lightning shades of green
Mouse still on the scene
Doors will soon collide
Skies will open wide

Ashes of towers Piles of Rome
Salt on the day File this poem
Wilted are flowers Help bring back showers
Rain behind the day Tempted to stay

Could be on hold and heat could be cold
The lies could be true and I could be you
When eyes can't see through, the devil is due
Now shadows befall
Flocks of sheep run to the call

The gravest tales forgotten soon
Cryptic gold in the middle of a dune
Harbor's harvest slowed on down 'till noon
Must be thinking how he's a luney tune
Future days of hollow seem bleak
Must be something new we can seek
Rainbow's end is golden, by and by
Never let it wither up and die

It's in the day
Gonna lose my way
Heard it walking away in the ashes of the piles of rome
Where the misled hordes the flock thought was their home
It's in the day
Gonna lose my way

Written by:
Kevin Luthy

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